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Archive for February 28th, 2017

Like a wave laps
the lake shore with
the slow rocking
of the earth,
memory returns
again and again,
not crashing,
but caressing
the stones,
wearing them first
to pebbles,
then to sand,
glittering in the light.

Where once the ruffled
crests pushed against
the harder shore,
each wave will
smooth the coastline simply
by returning presence,
rising, rising, rising.

In those waves of memory,
every end becomes beginning,
every no worn away to yes,
every moment that seemed a loss
becomes a smoother gift of truth,
clear and glittering,
dancing with the light.